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13 years ago.
13 years, and sometimes,blue ribbon
Sometimes,
It feels like days.

We made it through.
We moved on
With our studies,
Our lives,
Our loves.

That first semester.
That first semester we were half asleep.
Our hearts were heavy,
Our minds were blank.
Their seats,
Their seats were empty,
And it hurt to think.

They told us to Remember.
They didn’t say what exactly.
Just…Remember.
That isn’t so helpful,
Not when you didn’t know them,
But you knew those who did.

We remembered the hurt,
The pain.
We couldn’t remember what we didn’t know,
So we remembered we were Pirates,
And we kept on sailing.

We learned to accept
The pain,
The hurt,
The truth.
And we remembered our Faith
And we kept on breathing.

Even now,
After 13 years,
I pray it doesn’t snow.
I don’t think I could take snow.
And I try to remember
To breathe.

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